歌詞
I feel the bleach under my skin
Bust down the doors never gonna let me in
I feel the bleach under my skin
I'm calling out and it's feeling like a sin
Calling out, coming in
Calling out, coming in
Calling out, coming in
Feels like I'm left for dead
Calling out, coming in
Calling out, coming in
Calling out, coming in
Feels like I'm left for dead
I feel the bleach under my skin
I hear my dogs and they're howling at the wind
I feel the bleach under my skin
I'm wondering if you're gonna let me in
Calling out, coming in
Calling out, coming in
Calling out, coming in
Feels like I'm left for dead
Calling out, coming in
Calling out, coming in
Calling out, coming in
Feels like I'm left for dead
Written by: James Garcia, Ryan Ortega
